I don’t want that!!
Previously, everything had felt like it was happening too fast, especially when he’d suddenly held her hand—the most intimate part of Pyrrhan anatomy—yesterday without warning.
But now she realized sothing important: if she didn’t make up her mind fast enough and act on these feelings, she would lose him to soone else. Soone more suitable. Soone stronger.
My slip-up reply just now... maybe it was my own inner urgency pushing through.
Leon was simply looking at her face as she beca lost in complicated thoughts. Her expression kept changing—sotis blushing deeply, sotis looking confused, sotis appearing almost scared.
It’s quite cute, honestly.
She was gripping his hand incredibly tightly during her entire internal crisis, though the pressure was nothing to his enhanced physique.
He let her process everything without interruption, giving her the ti and space she needed.
After a lengthy silence, Ira finally spoke. Her voice ca out low and embarrassed, but she was looking directly into his eyes with determination that hadn’t been there before.
"Let’s do it."
Oh wow. That’s a bit daring of her compared to yesterday’s behavior. But I like this change.
The hand she was holding started to glow around their point of contact—a pinkish-orange fiery luminescence, like the distinctive color of her personal flas. The glow spread gradually from her hand up her arm and across her entire body.
It was a combination of her Aura and her elental fire manifesting physically.
Leon felt a strange sensation spreading all over his body—tingling warmth that was pleasant and slightly intoxicating.
He looked into her eyes and tried to do the sa thing, activating his own version of the technique.
WHOOOOSH! CRACKLE!
It was a mixture of his Rank 4 fire Aura along with his elental flas, spreading from his hand throughout his entire body in response to her energy.
As their energies made proper connection, the sensation all over Leon’s body intensified dramatically.
This is... strange. Different.
He felt pleasure washing through him—similar in so ways to the euphoric sensation he experienced when leveling up, but different, which was genuinely addictive.
However, it was fundantally different from how he felt during sex. Not better or worse, just... different. More diffuse, less focused. Pleasure that filled every cell rather than concentrating in specific areas.
And I can feel her emotions through this connection. Her love, her nervousness, her desire...
He sensed that she might be experiencing the sa empathic link, feeling his genuine affection for her flowing back through the bond.
It doesn’t matter that we’ve only known each other briefly. My feelings for her were real from the start, and I’d already decided she would beco my second wife.
Ira felt his emotional connection flowing into her.
"Mmmmh..."
She humd involuntarily, her eyes fluttering. However, the weird mixture of both their flas—which should have ford a stable ring hovering above their joined hands as she’d seen with other couples—kept dismantling and reforming over and over during the process.
The fla ring would coalesce for a few seconds, then collapse, then rebuild itself again in an unstable cycle.
Leon asked her gently, concerned by the instability, "How are you feeling?"
She answered him, but her voice ca out breathy and unfocused. Her face was completely flushed, turned entirely red. Her eyes had an almost hypnotized quality, pupils dilated. A slight moan released from her mouth with her words.
"Ahhh... it’s... Leon, I..."
Oh. That caught off guard.
Leon had genuinely thought this ritual might not work properly with him since he was human, not Pyrrhan. However, it clearly seed to be working fine—Ira was definitely feeling the full effects.
He could also feel the euphoric sensation flowing through his entire body. It was addictive and stimulating, pleasure spreading from head to toe in waves.
But compared to actual sex, it felt sowhat underwhelming for him personally. Pleasant, certainly. But not overwhelming.
However, Leon could tell instantly that for Pyrrhans like Ira, this was absolutely not the sa experience he was having.
The pleasure she’s receiving seems exponentially more intense than what I’m feeling. Probably because she’s Pyrrhan and this is literally how her species copulates. Her body and nervous system are designed to respond to this specific stimulation.
Acting on instinct, he took her other hand as well and intertwined both sets of fingers together.
"Mmmmhhh!"
Ira’s reaction was imdiate and intense. The feeling doubled—no, multiplied several tis over. Now the connection felt complete, symtrical, perfectly balanced.
She couldn’t help but shake slightly and moan more frequently. The pleasure was almost too much to process.
She’d noticed since the very start that the ring of fire wasn’t forming constantly above them like it should, as she’d observed with every other couple. As she’d feared, his being human did matter for the stability of the bond.
But oh gods, the feeling of making love this way is still so incredibly good...
She finally understood viscerally why Pyrrhan couples engaged in this ritual every single day after festivals, and frequently at other tis as well.
"Ahhhh..."
I understand it now. Completely.
It was so overwhelmingly pleasurable. She couldn’t get enough of it, didn’t want it to stop, wanted to drown in this sensation forever.
After quite a while of sustained connection, Ira finally reached her absolute limit. She couldn’t continue any longer.
She was sweating noticeably despite the cool evening air, her body trembling as she reluctantly retracted her fla and Aura, breaking the intimate connection.
She started breathing heavily, almost panting.
Leon, seeing her state, did the sa and retracted his own fla imdiately.
FWOOSH...
The glowing energies dissipated, leaving them both sitting in normal firelight.
Ira almost fell sideways off the bench, completely spent, but Leon caught her smoothly in his arms.
Seeing her so exhausted, he gently repositioned her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively for balance, and he secured his arms around her waist while her upper body pressed against his chest.
He began gently caressing her back in soothing motions while she struggled to catch her breath.
Ira didn’t resist at all. She followed his lead naturally and lted into his embrace, her face resting on his shoulder, her heated breath tickling his neck.
I kind of understand why she’s so depleted.
Leon had felt how the stimulation and pleasure flowing through his entire body had been steadily draining his stamina throughout the connection. It was subtle but constant—like running a marathon at a comfortable pace rather than sprinting.
Different from sex in chanism, but genuinely addictive in its own way. Pleasure-filled sensations cascading through every nerve ending simultaneously.
However, he simply had far too much stamina for it to exhaust him the way it clearly had exhausted Ira.
The way they make love... it stimulates everywhere at once. Pleasure diffused and addictive, especially when both hands are connected, and the bond becos complete.
As he continued caressing her back soothingly, letting her catch her breath and recover, Leon beca acutely aware of her body pressed against his.
Her generous breasts with noticeably hardened nipples pressed directly against his chest through the thin fabric of her clothing. He could feel every curve, every breath she took expanding her ribcage.
And he noticed slight wetness on his thigh where she sat.
I wasn’t expecting that physical response. I’d even wondered if they might have different anatomy entirely, but this confirms otherwise.
His hand continued its soothing motions across her back while his other arm tightened protectively around her waist, holding her securely.
His thoughts turned decidedly less innocent.
She’s taught how to make love in their way. Soon, I’ll teach her how we make love.
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